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At the top there was a pen-and-ink sketch of a horse with a tail of the shape of a pipe and an endless neck, and below his hoofs were the following words, written in an old- fashioned hand: 'Here are for sale horses of various colours, brought to the Lebedyan fair from the celebrated steppes stud of Anastasei Ivanitch Tchornobai, landowner of Tambov.
Then, after a pause, he added: "Vice-Governor Khorvat of Tambov is my brother a younger brother; he being fifty-five, and I sixty-one, si-i-ixty one." His speech was rapid, but as precise as though no mistake was permissible in its delivery. "Also," he continued, "as a man cognisant of every possible species of cemetery, I am much dissatisfied with this one.
"Is it because I went across the road to that little woman in Tambov?" he asked suddenly. The whiskered face answered composedly: "No. It is because you went out of your rooms and slept on de stairs." "Because" he seemed puzzled "but that is a thing why, any gentleman would do it." "Dose are my instrugtions," said the man behind the pigeon-hole. "I see."
The newspaper correspondents of the west have excellent maps, encyclopaedias, and statistics; in the west they could write their reports, sitting at home, but among us a correspondent can extract information only from talk and rumour. Among us in Russia only three districts have been investigated: the Tcherepov district, the Tambov district, and one other. That is all in the whole of Russia.
'Yes. 'Kasatsky, the handsome hermit? 'Yes. 'Mesdames et messieurs, let us drive on and see Kasatsky! We can stop at Tambov and have something to eat. 'But we shouldn't get home to-night! 'Never mind, we will stay at Kasatsky's. 'Well, there is a very good hostelry at the Monastery. I stayed there when I was defending Makhin. 'No, I shall spend the night at Kasatsky's! 'Impossible!
In a moment he came up again with a jump, possessed himself of both my hands, shook them continuously, while he gabbled: 'Brother sailor... honour... pleasure... delight... introduce myself... Russian... son of an arch-priest... Government of Tambov... What? Tobacco! English tobacco; the excellent English tobacco! Now, that's brotherly. Smoke? Where's a sailor that does not smoke?"
Perhaps that touch aided him to use big words. As a resident in Tambov he knew the officer by sight, and had always been a little daunted by his manner of power. In Russia one comes easily to fear the police. But now he was free of fear. "You be careful," he said. "I saw what was being done." With his left hand he pushed the door, and it swung open.
Presently the tall man strides towards the fair-headed peasant, deals him a single blow which knocks him from the back of the young fellow, and, turning to the crowd, says with an informing air: "THAT'S how we do it in Tambov!" "Brutes! Villains!" screams the woman from Riazan, as she bends over the young fellow.
Already you have a vision of the evil spirit's nest amid the inaccessible cliffs but you are out of your reckoning there. We found it choked with snow-drifts, which reminded us rather vividly of Saratov, Tambov, and other charming localities of our fatherland.
At Tambov the regimental doctor, Galimbovsky, Vikenty Kasimirovitch.... you've probably heard of him... a first-rate medical man, a specialist 'It's the first time I've heard the name, I observed. 'Well, no matter; any way he was always, pursued Mr.
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